Marked with a Cross

My shield, I raise
My heart protected
My rage behind the Sovereign
That He may reign me behind
His domain governed

Oh Governor!
Oh merciful Lord
Oh knower of my soul
I withhold my sword
As you heal the soul departed

Bare upon me your eternal wish
So that I may stand for thee
Amongst the wretched unguarded

Show me the strength of thy blow
So that I am able to avoid
Destruction from treachery
May I be a stone for you, Oh Lord
A jewel of devotion amidst all folklore
Which degrades your mastery

Allow justice to rule the pike
The avenging charge
Against your works
Let the greatest of beauty
Remain and abound
Also with and regarding
Those burdened and frowned
That they seek the founding yet
Of the purest fountains
and the sensible grounds
That all may be rectified
In all befouled grades
For right are we who service
That which thee has made

For this we are courteous
Giving out the due towards the other
As we are not instructed
To do away with our order
And give part to any who
Meet the same creed
That the one of the fellowship
Is a brother to me
This I might, This I breathe
That who ever is worth
Your molding
Is worth everything to me

Harness this!
Glide into step
Tarnish not the flesh
Uphold it in grip
Ground it in the soil
Of the manly wit
So that he may
Advocate
All he cherishes
Out of his lips
And see to the day
That his approach
Is signified
And that he is equipped

Grant the possessions
That he may sow
And well in tranquility
That he may flow
From the bleeding of his heart
And not a quip of what has been bestowed
But prudently may he abide
In the shadows of his faint pride

Never more thought
Of championing against men
As a launch of his libido
To serve his honor
As is sin
And not as a currency
Or to embargo the hen
Let him seep to the shallows
So that he may drink from the cup again

Abstract the blow
against me along with the kin
We are to be brigades
Of hunters in the faithful glen
Cast aside all perilous loss
That we may regain the cost
Of waging a strike
Chivalrously
At the dark patron
That his and the unfaithful departed
Can quiver when we mark with the Cross

Gracing Water

Lay thee down
You, conqueror of none
Lay thee low
Beneath the earthly seems
As it is you who neglect
The gracing water's regime

What good is water without the salt
Which purifies and give taste to the washing sea

Lone Bellow! Lone Sores!
Never setting foot on the shores
Only sailing where the wind will blow
Where art thou?
Thoust don't know

Shiver in the wind
Sink below currents
You are not Anointed
You were made to cease

Cease not as Othello
Live armored
Be not hollow
Cry Aloud!
For Salvation
in the Lord
never repeats
never recedes
As He is life
Living on!

Never impede
His grace
with shallow orders
Wash with a purified
Living Water

Miracle Catalogue (Catholic Church)

Dreamed a wild

As I was boy
I dreamed a wild
And was such a part of you
Then it burned
Burned into something new

I used my sight
I proposed all my joys
To be used
For killing my ploy
Beset on voyage

We used to breed joy
Lasting in yearning
Until the step
to ever presence

Something with a smile
Will bleed in you like denial
We learned
We learned as it waned
Into something piercing
Sharpened into pained emotions

Life is not small
Choices are just chosen
And by me
a voice is raised for all
But it can not be all over you

It's a trepid pace
What is a boy suppose to do
My love
Is my smile over you

The Needy : Poetic Letter Exercise

Laughing
Uncontrollably

Liking
Fanatically

Calming
Hysterically

Thanking
Profusely

Thanking
Frankly

Thanking
Surely

Praising
Ambitiously

Thanking
Bravely

Noticing
Terrifically

Involving
Needlessly

 Let us learn from Christ how to pray, to forgive, to sow peace, and to be near those in need

I am laughing as I lose control, uncontrollably, to uplift the needy
I am liking as a fanatic, fanatically, to love the needy
I am living in a calming hysteria, hysterically, to ease the needy
It is a profuse thankfulness I learn, profusely, to cherish the needy
I can only be frank and be thinking them, frankly, to honor the needy
It is a sure thankfulness, surely, to offer the needy
I am ambitious to praise, ambitiously, to glorify the needy
I give thanks to the brave, bravely, to cater the needy
One should be terrific to notice, terrifically, to aknowledge the needy
It would needlessly be involving others when we are not near the needy.

Voices

Speak to me so that I may hear
Say to me all I fear

For the darkness may come over me
But not by the purpose of my ear
guarded from the promises of despair

Let the hope of words
cascade amongst the hills
and the voices lifted up
from every work of every zeal

That the coldness of the heart
May not reside in the clear
That the day will glorify in me
That this is why I am here

To hear the words
Of the voice of our year
saying
thy glory will be thee
tear upon tear
wake upon wake
drudging and resisting the mere
Chance to forsake
to abdicate a quake
A rambling
In the channel of the ear

Could it be silent
In their rearing
Could it be seen
Distances ago?

Who was dreaming of the old
When the young were screaming

Whose voices were heard then so?
Who called for the ever glow
Of hope to entail what belonged

As the voices sang
For a new christening
A new below
And the voices shattering
The one to know.
The voice of thee, we shall sow.

Book Promotion

What if Protestantism were true? What if the Reformers really were heroes, the Bible the sole rule of faith, and Christ’s Church just an invisible collection of loosely united believers?
As an Evangelical, Devin Rose used to believe all of it. Then one day the nagging questions began. He noticed things about Protestant belief and practice that didn’t add up. He began following the logic of Protestant claims to places he never expected it to go—leading to conclusions no Christians would ever admit to holding.
In The Protestant’s Dilemma, Rose examines over thirty of those conclusions, showing with solid evidence, compelling reason, and gentle humor how the major tenets of Protestantism—if honestly pursued to their furthest extent— wind up in dead ends of absurdity.

http://protestantsdilemma.com/

from aleteia.org: Atheist to Catholic convert and apologist Devin Rose has a new book out from Catholic Answers entitled The Protestant's Dilemma. The book's unique rhetorical angle is to assume that Protestantism is true, and then to show how it leads to absurd conclusions given various facts about history and Scripture. Catholicism, on the other hand, is shown to lead to reasonable conclusions.

Rose self-published an earlier version of the book with the title If Protestantism Is True in the summer of 2011. With a successful low-budget, blog-to-blog marketing campaign, the book took off and sold thousands of copies. Catholics Answers took notice and offered to help him edit a new version and re-publish it. With the release of The Protestant's Dilemma, If Protestantism Is True has been discontinued (though you can find used copies on Amazon for upwards of $125!).

The website for The Protestant's Dilemma, which has options for buying print or ebook versions, has some impressive endorsements from other well known Catholic converts and authors Brandon Vogt, Taylor Marshall, and Francis Beckwith.